Apparently it’s Kanji’s birthday?  HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE!  Here’s a quick headcanon thing  :)

Warnings:  Birthdays, presents, stuff like that

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It’s his birthday.

It’s his birthday and he’s gotten all sorts of presents – sewing related, of course.  Threads, needles, fabrics, stuffing, all things that he isn’t objecting to, but not necessarily the thing he wants the most.

By thing he means person.

By person he means detective.

By detective he means Naoto Shirogane.

Though he doesn’t expect the others to actually stick a bow on top of her hat and shove her over to him.  Wait, he takes that back, because knowing his group of friends they absolutely would do something like that.  Hopefully, they don’t, because the last thing he wants is a pissed off Naoto for his birthday.

So he decides to get the present for himself.  

Or at least, he attempts to, because when he stands in front of her his face immediately turns red.  He tries to form words but it comes out in scattered letters, “I… um… I-I…”

And she stands there with that same confused, blank expression she has on her face when they “talk.”  

So he tries again, “I… i-its my birthday…”  Yes!  At least he gets the words out.  Just three – four if you count the letter I – but it’s a start.

“I am aware.  And I already gave you a present.”

“Huh?  Oh yeah…”

“Was it not sufficient?”

“N-no, it, i-i-it was fine!”  A sewing kit, he’s already got one – three actually – but any gift from Naoto is worth keeping.

“Then is there something else on your mind?”

“I… i-it’s just… it’s my birthday, and…”

“Yes?”

He decides that if he does it as quickly as possible maybe she won’t notice.  So he leans down and kisses her as fast as he can, lips a small peck against hers.  Before she can run away, or glare at him, or have any other negative reaction Kanji is pulling back, “… so… yeah… it’s my birthday,” he whispers, as if that can explain everything.

“… I see.”

He’s not quite sure what the look on her face means.  Is she surprised?  Angry?  Hell, is she insulted?  He wants to ask but he’s scared that if he tries to talk the messy jumble of letters will stumble out again and not make any sense.  

“Is that… all you wanted?”  She whispers.  

“It… well um…”  he doesn’t want to read too much into it, but he knows a blush when he sees one.  

“… you… could have just asked.”

“I… wait, does that mean you…”

“… well… I mean, I certainly cannot deny a request from you on your birthday.”

“And what about after my birthday?”

“I suppose we will just have to see,” then she turns and starts walking, stopping after a moment when she realizes that he’s still standing in the same spot.  She looks back at him, “Are you coming?  How else are you going to find out about tomorrow?”

“R-right!”

And thus it is a happy birthday indeed for one Kanji Tatsumi.